It was a Dark and Stormy Night.

It's anything but a dull and turbulent evening,

as she lay in her bed.

her eyes shut tight to obstruct the sight

the blood hurried to her head.

For there in the melancholy twilight

as though in a horrible dream,

stood a figure that made her freeze in alarm

furthermore, nobody to hear her shout.

Alone in the dimness of her room

she lay anxiously,

for there seemed like the hand of destruction

a ghost of death.

A spooky figure shrouded in red

with eyes like coals ablaze,

also, she lay powerless in her bed

the object of his longing.

Her heart beat fiercely in her chest

until further notice he was moving close,

a super cold perspiration rose on her bosom,

her eyes became wide with dread.

His hook like hands lingered in the evening,

his mouth was open wide,

his grisly teeth were glimmering white,

there was no place for her to stow away.

A berserk supplication unto the Lord

would end her frantic predicament,

for her cross like a heavenly messenger's sword

drove him from her sight.